Chapter 1: The Picture
Notes:
This is just porn. Thank me later.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Sirius has always been fiercely protective of his brother. No matter how quiet Regulus stayed while their mother took out her anger on Sirius. No matter that Regulus was sorted into Slytherin. Sirius has always known Regulus loved him. He knew it in how he would come to him after the punishments and take care of him and comfort him. He knew it in the way he would just sit next to him in silence and spend time with him.
Regulus was a shy and quiet child. For his entire 10th and 11th year he has not uttered a word, not one. While Sirius was concerned, his parents merely praised his good behaviour. Regulus was used to silence and being silenced.
That changed when he was fourteen.
At fourteen, his brother woke him up one night, forced him out of his bed, threw some clothes into a bag and kidnapped him. Regulus never asked what was happening and where they were going. He trusted Sirius with his life.
Sirius brought them to the Potter house. "It's our new home," he said, "These people will never hurt us, and Mother will never get to us again. I promise it. I'll protect you."
So, Regulus moved in with James Potter and his parents. He didn't have to be silent then. He didn't have to behave perfectly under the threat of curses and hexes. While developing "something reminiscent of a personality" as Sirius called it, Regulus' mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: James.
He just can't help himself. It's James.
Fit, cocky, smart-mouth wanker James Potter. He wants to hate him so badly, he really does. But next to all the cockiness and arrogance at school, he sees a different side at home: The caring friend, the kind-hearted boy, the loved child who in turn has so much love to give.
So, yes, Regulus wants him. He wants him more than he has ever wanted anything before in his life.
He just never got to make a move. He is James' best mate's little brother. They live together. One wrong move and it will be awkward for the rest of his life. He tried though. During the holidays he was always around James, invading his space, and inserting himself into whatever mischief James and Sirius were up to – much to Sirius' dismay.
Nothing ever happened, mostly because Sirius was always there. The summer and winter breaks came and went, James graduated, and one year later Regulus graduated too.
It is the July after his graduation. Regulus has essentially given up on the James front. James will move out soon. Once James is out of his proximity all hope will be lost, he knows it. Regulus isn't sure yet what he will do, maybe move in with Pandora or Evan and Barty. James' parents are doting on him. He is very much treated as the baby of the family here and they don't want to see him leave at all.
He's eighteen and has been chasing after the same boy for four years. He would be embarrassed with himself if James didn't look the way he looks. How is he supposed to get over that? How? He is just a gay teenager. People can't ask too much of him.
It is a nice July afternoon. Sirius is outside working on a muggle machine he calls "motorbike" and "love of my life" in turns which Regulus finds deeply unsettling. James' parents are outside as well, working in the garden. Regulus was reading in his room until a minute ago. He just went to the bathroom and on the way back he has to pass James' room. That's when he hears it.
"Reggie," – a low sound, barely audible. Regulus stops. It didn't quite sound like James was actually calling him. Regulus steps closer to the door, pressing his ear against it.
"Fuck, Reggie," James groans. A long dragged-out moan makes the blood rush into Regulus' cheeks. He quickly moves away from the door and goes back to his room.
Okay. Two options: 1, James has a lover with him in that room with the same nickname as Regulus, he is fucking that lover and that person is very quiet. 2 (and Regulus would prefer this) James is alone, having a wank while saying Regulus' name while thinking about him.
Regulus presses his face into his pillow and lets out a little scream. One of these options would be his absolute nightmare, the other his biggest dream.
Regulus decides to investigate the next day. James and Sirius accompany Euphemia Potter to the market every Sunday morning. They should be back soon, so Regulus (who values his sleep and wouldn't get up early for this) has to be quick.
He slips into the room James and Sirius are sharing and goes to James' bed. Sure, he is nineteen, but he is just a boy like every other. If he has some secret wanking fantasy he will have some kind of visual material here, right? Regulus is pretty sure about that – not out of personal experience of course.
He opens the drawers of the bedside table, looking through the contents and looking for secret hiding spots. He finds many lost and forgotten notes like "times Sirius has mentioned Remus, August 1976" – the answer is 62. He finds pens, muggle money, pictures of his friends and family, a card game, a book and two wrinkled bookmarks. This boy is messy.
"Come on, James," he whispers to himself, "You have to have something here."
Under his bed, he finds a Hogwarts tie. At first, he doesn't think much of it, until he gets it out from under the bed and looks at it in the light. It isn't red and gold like the ties belonging to James and his friends. It is silver and green like Regulus has worn it. He has to bite his lip to not break out into a grin. He turns the tie to look for the three letters he has stitched into all of his Hogwarts ties. And there they are, very neatly and readable: RAB – Regulus Arcturus Black.
James keeps one of his old ties under his bed. Now he allows himself to grin. Then again, it could be that this thing lies here by accident and James simply never cleans. So, Regulus must keep looking. Okay, maybe he just needs an excuse to lie down in James' bed. When he takes his spot maybe he will be able to think as he does.
The pillow smells like James.
If one shares his room with the brother of someone's (potential) object of affection, where would one keep his dirty secrets?
Regulus has, much like James and Sirius, spent the better part of his teenage years in a dorm he shared with two boys. It isn't too hard to think of hiding spots.
He runs his hands over the edge of the mattress, reaching between mattress and bedframe. He feels the edges of a paper and pulls it out. It seems to be a folded photograph.
Regulus takes a breath and then unfolds it.
A year ago, James got a camera for his birthday, he has spent a great deal of the following days taking pictures of everyone and everything, including Regulus. The picture Regulus found in James' bed is one of them. Regulus is sitting on the couch in the living room, head turned to the side in conversation with someone, most likely Fleamont. His elbows are propped up on his thighs, and he is leaned forwards. The smile on his lips is easy and genuine. The curls of his hair are in slight disarray. It is nothing special really. The picture is slightly wrinkled from being tucked away and gripped tightly.
The door to the room is pushed open and Regulus quickly sits up. James stands in the doorway and looks at him surprised.
"Regulus? What are you doing in my bed?"
Regulus smirks picture and tie in hand. James sees the items in his hands, recognizes them and blushes so deeply, Regulus is worried he might pass out.
He slowly walks up to James and holds up the picture. "Yeah, James, what am I doing in your bed?"
He thinks James might have stopped breathing. Regulus chuckles and hands the items over. "I guess you'll want this back. I should go downstairs, help Effie with putting groceries away."
He makes sure their arms brush together when he walks past him to leave the room.
James is unable to look even remotely in his direction for the rest of the day.
Regulus could simply go up to James and tell him he fancies him. He could use this knowledge of James thinking of him like this and simply go to him and talk.
A younger Regulus would have, probably.
But Regulus likes to play. He likes to tease, and he really likes seeing James blush and die of shame whenever Regulus looks at him.
It is a week filled with faint touches, brushing arms together, accidentally touching him when James gives him something, and standing way too close for no apparent reason.
James doesn't seem quite so cocky and arrogant anymore as soon as Regulus is near. One afternoon, James, Sirius, and Regulus were in the garden together and Regulus ate a banana – he is pretty sure James almost started crying.
Regulus, as mentioned, values his sleep, and he is a bit of a night owl. So, he usually is the last in the house to go to sleep and the last to get up in the morning which means James and Sirius have to get him for breakfast rather frequently.
This morning, Regulus is lying on his stomach, the blanket pushed away from him, only in pants and otherwise naked, when someone knocks on the door.
"Yes?" Regulus mumbles.
The door opens a few inches and James looks into the room. Regulus rubs at his eyes and pushes his hair out of his face. For a moment, James is just staring. Personally, Regulus doesn't believe he looks particularly good just woken up. James' face suggests otherwise.
"What is it?" Regulus asks after letting James gawk at him for a good minute. Maybe he is arching his back and lifting his ass just a little bit.
James blinks rapidly and clears his throat. "Sorry, mum wants you to come down for… you know… the food… meal beginning of the… day." He can't quite look away from him.
Regulus smirks. "You mean breakfast."
"Yeah, that," James says quickly and then turns away from him, "So, if you could get dressed and come downstairs…"
Regulus pushes himself up and stretches his body. "Are you going to wait downstairs, or do you want to watch?" – he means it as a genuine offer. James just forces himself to look away and closes the door when he leaves.
Later that day, Euphemia and Fleamont go out to meet some friends. James is upstairs in his room. Regulus is reading in the living room when Sirius comes jumping down the steps.
"Hey, Reggie, I'm gonna go to the biker club in the city, see whether they have that once missing piece I need or know where I can get it, do you want to come with me?"
"No. Last time we did that I almost died."
"Different bar. Also, you didn't almost die, that mountain threatened you with a spanner, don't be dramatic about it."
"I don't know what a spanner is, but he wanted to beat my head in with it."
"Yeah you can't be a smart mouth to the bikers, Reggie. What did you expect to happen?"
"Not to get killed. Take James."
"No, he doesn't want to go either. Alright, I'm going alone. Send out the search party if I'm not back in four hours."
"Okay."
As soon as Sirius is out of the house, Regulus jumps up from the couch and goes upstairs. He takes a shower and then goes to his room, dressing in clothes that are easy to take off but still accentuate his best features.
He dries his hair with a spell and makes sure it is all pretty curls and just a little wildness in it that should make a certain someone want to sink his fingers into it.
He knocks on James' door and slips into the room. He leans against the door and looks at James with a smirk. James sits in his bed playing with a little golden snitch. He looks up at Regulus and blushes again.
"It used to be way harder to make you blush," Regulus says.
James sighs and puts the Snitch away. "Listen, Regulus, I'm sorry, okay? I know it's weird and creepy – I threw the stuff away just please, can we please just forget about it?"
"No," Regulus says simply and crosses the room until he can sit down on the edge of James' bed. "And don't be sorry."
James blinks at him confused and rightens his glasses.
"What?"
"Your parents and my brother are out for a while. So, what do you want to do?"
James looks him up and down and swallows. "You're mean."
"Am I?"
"Yes. Can you stop torturing me about it?"
"No." he smirks and in one swift movement gets on top of James, straddling him. James stares up at him. "So, tell me, James, what were you doing with that picture of me in your bed, huh?"
James might have stopped breathing again.
"Come on," he leans closer to him, "Say it."
James swallows heavily, eyes glued to where Regulus is sitting on him. Regulus places his hands against James' chest. He runs one of them up to his chin and makes him look at him.
"Okay," James mumbles, "I fancy you."
Regulus smirks. "And that picture? Do you look at it when you touch yourself?"
James closes his eyes, face red. Regulus places his hands on his chest again. He leans closer to him.
"Do you think of me? Do you say my name?"
James bites his bottom lip.
Regulus leans in further until his lips are close to James' ear. "Do you want to fuck me, James? Touch me? Kiss me?"
Regulus rocks against him, rubbing over James' crotch. James' eyes snap open at him.
"Do you?" Regulus whispers, looking at his face again. His dark eyes widen when he realises that Regulus is genuine. His lips part slightly, and the dark tint of his cheeks deepens. "Because if you want me, fucking have me. Take me. Do whatever you fucking want."
James is looking at him stunned, then his hand comes up to his face and he pulls him in until he can press their lips together.
James kisses him like he has been waiting for this for years. His hands are hot against Regulus' skin, one spanned possessively over his back, the other cupping his cheek. James' lips are full and soft – fucking soft as the hard kiss slowly melts into something else. The embarrassment falls away and James kisses him like he never wants to stop and never has to.
Regulus slides his hand into James' messy hair, hyperaware of James' lips moving against him, and his hand roaming over his back. Regulus brushes his tongue against James' lip, which is met by James' arm tightening around his waist and his lips parting under his. Regulus slides his tongue against his, and rocks his body against James, this time with emphasis.
He wants him. He fucking wants him now, here, like this.
James is making a small sound into his mouth and Regulus wants to own that noise.
Regulus drops his hands to the hem of James' shirt, carefully moving them underneath the fabric, pressing his fingertips into the hot skin. He pushes his fingers up over James' body, defined by years of Quidditch training and an affinity for working out half-naked in the sun (an affinity Regulus loves). The shirt rides up while Regulus' hands advance, stroking over his body.
Regulus breaks the kiss. James holds him close and chases his mouth with his, not satisfied yet. Regulus smirks and slowly pushes James' shirt up, eyes trailing after it, taking in every inch of exposed skin. The shirt catches on the glasses and almost knocks them off James' face. James rightens them quickly. Regulus is sitting back on James' legs and looks him up and down slowly. He has a tattoo of a deer head on his hip; Regulus wants to lick it. He maps out all the parts of James he wants to kiss and bite and taste – the abs, the chest, the collarbone, the bicep, the spot where his neck connects to his shoulder, his jawline, and the little mole under his right ear.
Regulus slowly takes off his shirt, making a show of it.
James puts his hands back on him, tracing his body with his fingers, soft and gentle in contrast to Regulus' possessive touch. He touches him as if he was a piece of art, a wondrous thing he cannot believe he is allowed to lay his hands on.
Regulus takes off James' glasses when he decides he has stared enough. He puts them somewhere safe, then dips his head and kisses James' collarbone. He grazed his teeth over his shoulder and presses his lips to his neck. James digs his fingers into Regulus' sides, pulling him close again. He moves up against him, making sure Regulus feels how hard he is through their trousers.
Regulus sucks on a spot low on his neck, wondering whether he will be able to see the hickey on his darker skin the next day. James slides one hand up into Regulus' curls, pulling slightly on the roots to tug his head back up. Regulus chuckles against his skin and brings his lips close to his, so James can kiss him again.
Regulus pulls on James' bottom lip with his teeth, then kisses him gently. James lets him do whatever he wants, only answering in low noises and with his hands pressing against Regulus' exposed skin and pulling his hair.
Regulus pulls back. He teasingly leans back in for short kisses, not letting James slip his tongue into his mouth again. He moves back on the bed with a shake of his head. James' eyes widen when Regulus hooks his fingers into the hem of James' trousers and pulls them down.
"Fucking hell, Reg," James says breathlessly, "Is it possible you killed me and I'm in heaven?"
"Very possible," Regulus agrees, pulling his trousers and then his pants off until James lies exposed in front of him. Regulus focuses his eyes where he has pulled off the clothes, mapping out more places to put his mouth. James' hard cock rests heavily between his legs.
Regulus throws the clothes on the ground and crawls back up to James. He pulls him into a bruising kiss, hands now pulling on Regulus' trousers as well.
Regulus runs his hand down James' body, over the plains of his chest, his abs, the dips and curves of his body until he can grasp his cock. James makes a very encouraging noise into his mouth. Regulus wants to own that one, too. James shoves one hand into his pants, pulling Regulus' cock out. The other hand is in his hair, pushing their faces together. Tongues slide together, lips are bitten and nipped at. Regulus' body moves closer to him when he touches him, drawn to him like a magnet.
James pulls back to breathe. Regulus kisses his jaw. He moves his hand along James' length, thumbing the head, while licking a spot on his neck and then sucking on it.
"Fuck, Reg," James moans, stroking his cock and kissing his shoulder.
Regulus smiles against his skin. "That is Reggie to you. That's what you called me days ago, isn't it? When you were alone."
James makes a low, whiny noise. "You heard that?"
"Yes," he pulls his head back, then grasps James' chin and makes him look up at him. His face is flushed equally from embarrassment and arousal. "What was I doing, huh? What were you thinking about?"
Regulus presses his thumb against the head of his dick, making James gasp and his eyelids flutter. He speeds up his hand around his cock and kisses the spot underneath James' ear.
"Was I sucking your cock?" he whispers, "Did you picture my mouth on you? Yours on me?"
James bites down on Regulus' shoulder, making a desperate sound.
"Did I look pretty with my lips around your cock?"
"Yes," James whispers, voice muffled against Regulus' neck where he is kissing him and sucking on his skin.
Regulus smiles. "What else? Did you picture fucking me? Putting your cock into me making me scream your name? Is that how you want to see me? Shall we fulfil that fantasy?"
"Fuck, Reggie, by the gods," James pulls his head back by his hair and crashes their lips together again.
Regulus pushes James's hand away from his cock and grasps both of theirs in his hand, sliding them together. James thrusts up into his hand. His fingers are on his back again. pulling him closer, pushing his fingertips into his skin like he wants to slip past it and make them one.
Regulus pulls back from him again, laughing lowly when James chases his lips and makes a noise like a child whose favourite toy was taken away.
Regulus kisses down James' neck, nipping on all the bits of skin he has chosen before. He presses a kiss to the deer tattoo on James' hip, making his breath hitch. His hand is still working his cock.
He kisses the top of his thigh, then lower. He lets his breath ghost over the tip of his cock.
James moves quickly, twists to the side and grabs something from the bedside table. Regulus looks up to see that he has taken his glasses up again. He can't help but laugh again. He rests his arm on James' thigh and looks up at him.
"You're so fucking beautiful." James moves his hand into his hair, pushing the curls back. "You're beautiful even when you're all blurry but I prefer you like this."
Regulus shakes his head. "How did you ever convince an entire school you're such a cool player?"
James shrugs. "They weren't as beautiful as you."
Regulus thinks he has never been called beautiful by anyone. He has been called many things, good and bad, especially by lovers, but beautiful? It makes something in him melt. It makes him want to give James anything he asks and everything he has.
He wets his lips. He holds James' gaze when he kisses the tip of his dick. James' mouth falls open. Regulus swirls his tongue around the tip. He lets James' cock slide past his lips. He is looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.
James throws his head back and curses. Regulus slides his tongue along his cock. He moves his head quicker, hearing how James' breath comes out in short huffs, too.
James' fingers tangle in his hair, pulling on the roots and pushing his head down on him, not with force, only encouragement.
"Oh, fucking hell, Reggie," James moans above him, "Oh, Lord, yes, fuck-"
Regulus hollows his cheeks and then swallows around James. He comes back up and sucks on the tip. He pulls back and licks his lip while holding James' gaze. James swallows hard at the sight. Regulus smirks and licks his cock from base to tip.
James' body is flushed. His hand is twisted in the bedsheet, and the other is still in his hair, gently pushing him in position so he can slide his cock back into his mouth. So, James can be bold and take what he wants, good to know. Regulus takes his cock back in, taking it as far as he can and sucking hard. James groans. He releases the sheet and grabs Regulus' hand.
Regulus comes back up and looks at him. James slides his hand from his hair to his cheek. He pushes his thumb against Regulus' lips.
"Fucking beautiful," James whispers, "Fucking perfect. Kiss me."
Regulus crawls back into his lap and kisses him. James has his hand spanned over his back again, pushing their bodies together. His skin is hot against Regulus's. James' fingers burn him where he touches him, and Regulus never wants that feeling to stop.
Regulus pulls back, panting heavily. He gets down from him and then pushes off his trousers and pants. James' eyes wander from his face down his neck and chest, down to his hips, to his cock, and further to his legs.
Regulus reaches for his glasses and puts them on the bedside table again. He crawls back on the bed and kisses his shoulder. "Do you want to fuck me, James?" he murmurs.
"Yes," James chokes out. His hand slides down his back, stopping before reaching his bottom.
"Good. I want you to fuck me." Regulus kisses James' neck. "I want you to put that big cock into me and fuck me until I forget my own name."
James grabs his arse with possessive hands. Regulus hums encouragingly.
"I want you to fuck me so hard, I bring this house down screaming from how good you make me feel."
Regulus presses a soft kiss on James' cheek.
"Oh, gods, Reggie, yes, anything you want." James whispers, "Just – I want to…"
Regulus puts his finger under James' chin and makes him look at him again. "Tell me. What do you want to do?"
James' face is perfectly flushed. Tentative fingers find their way between his cheeks and brush over his hole.
"Put my tongue there."
Regulus' eyes widen. "Yes," he whispers and kisses him again. James seems genuinely excited at the thought. He digs his fingertips into his arse and kisses him back.
James finally gets behind Regulus, who is kneeling on the bed, balancing himself on his forearms. He can feel his heart beating in his throat when James runs his hands down his back. He is kneeling behind him.
James' mouth follows his hands, kissing every inch of skin made available to him. He grazes his teeth over his cheek, then kisses the spot where it connects to his thigh. His fingers and his lips on him are infinitely soft and gentle. He touches him like he is precious and being allowed to touch him is the greatest honour. Regulus is fairly sure he has never been touched like this.
James pulls his cheeks apart. He kisses the spot where his spine ends and then spits. The wetness hits him and runs down between his cheeks. Regulus wishes he had a mirror so he could see James do it.
James leans in and flicks his tongue over his hole. Regulus' breath hitches. James spreads the spit on him with his tongue. He circles his tongue around him. His fingers dig into his arse. James' breath hits his skin, sending little shock waves up Regulus' spine. He holds on to the pillow.
James circles his hole with his tongue, then licks over it. Regulus tries to keep up with the movements in the beginning but quickly loses himself to the feeling of it. His brain is blank and only James exists.
Regulus moans softly, cursing under his breath and whispering his name. James speeds up, gets slower again, teases him. He pulls back to suck on the inside of his thigh – which, though it makes Regulus moan, earns him a soft kick to the shoulder – and then goes back to his task, getting quicker again.
Regulus is shaking. His arms give out and he plants himself on James' pillow.
"Fuck, James." He moans and pushes back against James. He never wants this to end – but he needs James to fuck him. He wants all of him. He wants him everywhere. He has been dreaming about this for years.
James' tongue is replaced by a spit-slicked finger. Regulus bites his lip when James slowly pushes it in.
James thrusts his finger into him. His lips are everywhere on him. He kisses up his back and then his nape.
"Fuck me," Regulus demands. He lifts his head so James can hear him clearly. "Fuck me, James."
"Are you actually, physically capable of saying please?" James mumbles against his skin while kissing his shoulder.
"I don't know. Never tried it," Regulus whispers and pushes back against James. One finger isn't enough. He wants James' cock.
James chuckles against him and reaches for his bedside table to get a bottle of lube. "Do you think I could make you beg?"
Regulus laughs. "Today? No. But if you do it right, I will give you many chances to find out."
James pulls out his finger. He kisses his back again and squirts some of the lube into his hand. Regulus again wishes for a mirror.
He wonders briefly whether his wandless magic is strong enough to either move this bed in front of the existing mirror in the room or to move the mirror in front of him so he can watch James. – his train of thought is quickly interrupted by James pushing two fingers back into him.
Regulus moans lowly and spreads his legs further.
"Fuck," James curses lowly. He fucks him with his fingers. The thought makes Regulus almost blackout. "You're everything I've always wanted. You're fucking better than I dreamed."
The words do strange things to Regulus' heart. James is everything he's always wanted, too.
There is a third finger soon and James' voice by his ear. "You are so fucking gorgeous, Reggie." James kisses his cheek.
Regulus turns his face to catch his lips. He would break his neck to kiss him. He doesn't care.
"This what you fantasised about?" Regulus nips on his bottom lip. James makes another noise Regulus wants to make his own. "Having me in your bed like this asking you to fuck me?"
"You demand more than you ask," James whispers, his eyes closed, and lips pulled into a smile, "I like it better."
Regulus pushes back against James. "Then stop playing around and fuck me. When we have dinner tonight, I want to not be able to look at you without blushing. I will only be thinking about how you felt."
James makes another variation of those noises Regulus claims for himself. He kisses his neck, hot and open-mouthed.
James pulls out his fingers. Regulus licks his lips at the sound of a condom being unwrapped and then the bottle of lube being uncapped. He pushes himself up on his forearms again.
James rubs his cock over Regulus' hole. Regulus won't beg, but he considers killing him.
James pushes into him. Regulus moans deeply and arches his back. James digs his fingertips into his hips. Regulus spreads his legs further and pushes back against James.
James stills when he is fully inside of him. He leans over him and kisses his back. Regulus fists the sheets, panting.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," James whispers. Regulus shudders when his breath hits his skin.
James pulls back and pushes his cock back into him. Regulus moans, loud and high-pitched. James starts thrusting into him drawing more quick noises out of him. Regulus arches his back further, shoving his hips back and meeting James' thrusts eagerly.
"Fuck, Reggie," James is panting, "Fuck, you're so amazing, gods."
A thin layer of sweat forms on Regulus' forehead. He moans into the pillow. James' hands slide over his back and into his hair. He pulls Regulus' head up, tugging on the roots.
Regulus's body rocks in time with James' thrusts. Breathy moans fall from his lips.
James slows in his movement, much to Regulus' dismay.
"Don't fucking stop," he mutters and pushes against him, fucking himself on James' cock. James chuckles breathlessly.
"I just – ah, gods, Reggie – fuck, I want to look at you. Turn around."
James pulls out of him. Regulus considers not doing it just to be petty – he deserves that simply for the way the wish makes Regulus fucking boneless. How dare he be perfect and make him feel like this, really?
Regulus rolls on his back, parting his legs again so James is between them. James takes his time looking him up and down. He runs his hands down Regulus' legs and then puts one of them on his shoulder, lifting his arse.
"Yes, fuck me, James."
James kisses his ankle and then pushes into Regulus again. He groans lowly, praising Regulus' beauty. Regulus strokes his own cock to James' thrusts. James has his eyes closed, one hand on Regulus' hip. He looks like a dream, towering over Regulus. He needs to kiss him again.
Regulus digs the heel of his foot into James' shoulder in an effort to pull him toward him. James opens his eyes and smirks at him. He leans down and Regulus wraps his arms around his neck to kiss him sooner. James chuckles against his lips which earns him a well-deserved kick in the arse. He simply takes it as encouragement. He kisses Regulus deeply, holding on to the bedsheet and Regulus' body. Regulus wraps his legs around James' hips.
James leaves a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses on his skin. Regulus moans with his thrust and runs his nails over James' back.
"Fuck, Regulus, I love the sounds you make," James murmurs against his neck and then sucks a mark there.
James' skin is burning under Regulus' fingers. He closes his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of James' lips against his neck, his fingers against his skin, and his cock moving inside of him.
"Yes, James, just like that, don't stop – oh gods, yes." He moans breathlessly, James' name dropping from his lips without his permission. His hand speeds up around his cock.
James kisses him again and Regulus scratches over his back when he comes between them. He pants heavily against James' mouth. He opens his eyes at him, seeing James hovering above him, eyes closed and lost in pleasure. He moans his name. "Regulus" – in one quick breath. His moans cut him off while he chants his name, only getting out a "Reg" followed by "oh gods, yes!" Regulus rewards him by leaving gentle kisses along his jaw and his neck.
His thrusts become more erratic. The overstimulation keeps Regulus between pain and pleasure, lowly moaning with every motion.
James digs his fingertips into Regulus' thigh when he comes. He rides out his orgasm in long, deep strokes, making Regulus whimper underneath him.
He finally comes to a halt, panting heavily. He looks down at Regulus, eyes dark. He smiles and presses a kiss on Regulus' lips.
"Fuck," he mutters as he rests his head on Regulus' chest, "Just – fuck."
Regulus chuckles and kisses the top of his head. He lets his legs fall open and James gently pulls out of him.
Regulus soothingly rubs his hand over James' back. He may have left some scratch marks there.
"Was it… Was it good?" James asks.
Regulus laughs lowly. "I wish all the people who called you the epitome of coolness could hear you right now. Yes, James, incredibly good."
James hums and kisses his chest. "Are you disappointed that I'm not quite the fuckboy I was at school?"
"Were you actually one at school?"
"Got around," James shrugs, "Not out of my own volition though. They simply never wanted to stick around. And the ones I truly wanted didn't want to give me the time of day." He reaches out and pushes Regulus' curls out of his face. "So, what about you? Will you stick around? Or will you break my silly little heart?"
Regulus pulls him up to kiss him softly. "I'll try not to. How cruel would I be hurting kind James Potter on purpose? No, I'll be cruel in other ways."
"What ways?"
Regulus smirks. "I will devote my time to driving you crazy and making you horny at any given moment. Especially in front of your parents and my brother until you want to bend me over so badly you barely even care anymore they're in the same room."
James blinks rapidly at him. He looks like he forgot to breathe for a second. Regulus kisses his cheek, letting his lips linger there. James exhales deeply.
"I will die… and I will thank you for it." James whispers breathlessly.
Regulus hums. "Maybe I'll let you fuck me while I'm wearing my Slytherin tie."
James makes a choked noise.
"Only the tie, of course," Regulus whispers.
James presses his lips on his again, kissing him frantically. Regulus laughs against his lips.
"We should get up," he whispers when James slides his lips over his neck again. "Your parents might come back any minute. Or Sirius, if he isn't dead already."
"Right," James slowly sits up and looks down at Regulus' naked body. "I need to take a new picture of you," he mumbles thoughtfully.
"Why? You have the real thing just down the hall. Or isn't that enough?"
James smiles dirtily. "Still, I'd like to have one – or twenty. You're too beautiful to not be looked at for one moment."
Regulus tries to tell himself that that's such a stupid thing to say and it has absolutely no right to make him feel all gooey inside. So, he just sits up, gathers his clothes from the ground and kisses James' cheek.
"We'll see," he says, stands up and walks out to take a shower, knowing very well that James is staring after him.
Notes:
This took me a very long to finish for some reason.
Anyway, part two with Sirius catching them?